57 Times People Went To A Friend’s House And Instantly Realized “Oh… This Family Is Different”

I grew up in a house with two twin girls my age living next door. Which was great, but their family was a little weird: they had lotion instead of hand soap next to the sinks to wash your hands, their dad kept food labeled in the pantry and fridge that was only to be eaten by him, also in the fridge were cold meat patties that looked like cookies and were frequently eaten as snacks (not bad, but upsetting if you were expecting a cookie), the dad had a woodworking workshop in the basement where he kept hundreds of baby food containers filled with different types of sawdust and we were forbidden to touch them, the dad also used to try to one-up us at any kind of 3rd grade backyard gymnastics we were doing, there was a “berm” in the backyard we weren’t allowed to touch, and the family not only didn’t use seatbelts but would tease me if I used one when riding with them. Their house also had a weird smell that I still think about sometimes.

My best friend's house in high school... Her dad spoke to his teenage kids like they were adults and knew everything about all 3 of his kids. Her parents even put equal amounts of effort into supporting all 3 kids very different extra curricular activities. Weird as hell.

Left the doors open while using the toilet, even while I was there. Absolutely no privacy to be found. My family was plenty dysfunctional but at least I could poo behind a locked door.

They’re nice to each other and no one is isolated.

Went to hang out with a friend at about 13yo. They had a *massive* house, it was like a maze.

She did some callisthenics, and was pretty great at it - had some national titles and such, but she didnt talk about it a lot.

The entire house was like a shrine to her and her achievements. There was an insanely large photo of her in the foyer in a leotard (whatever you're imagining, it was larger). There were no family photos or anything. The magnets on the fridge were her photos. The hallways were her photos. Everything was just her and her callisthenics stuff.

She had siblings, and everyone appeared to be pretty normal. But it freaked me tf out.

I think this is probably more tragic than weird. I visited an old high school friend, she lived with her brother. They just sat there and let little cockroaches crawl all over them. Like they gave up trying to get rid of them.

Well, as a kid my friend’s mom chasing us out of the kitchen with a butcher knife was a solid clue. I was *pretty* sure she wouldn’t actually use it, but we didn’t take any chances.

Way more tame than most answers here but I slept over at a friends house and the walls of her room were painted with big cartoon zoo animals. fine, cute, except that all their eyes were glow in the dark. just a ton of eyes staring at you from the void as you tried to sleep.

Extreme panic when the father came home from work. Everything had to be quiet and the children disappeared into their rooms.

They didn’t use toilet paper. They had a basket of cut up tshirts and you were supposed to use that instead of tp. And then you would put the used tshirt rag into a little waste basket. It was the last and only time I went to that girls house.

They didn’t have toilet paper in any of the washrooms 💀💀.

It was a foster home I was in briefly. They had locks on all the kitchen cupboards as well as locks on all the doors (we were locked in our bedrooms at night). And they had a pet monkey with its own bedroom. That monkey was mean.

Having breakfast the mom said we were having pancakes. She gave us a cup of UNCOOKED unflavoured pancake batter. I was horrified watching the children drink a cup of batter. They were a sailing family. Just strange..

My boy friend's ex wife has a large canvas photo of her [bare] spread eagle in her entry way. Kids' friends aren't allowed to go over anymore, they have to have play dates at my boyfriend's house.

Friend’s fam prayed before ordering pizza delivery. Respectfully I was shook.

The entire contents of their fridge was whipped cream. Over 49 cans of reddi wip.

When I was a kid growing up in Mesa, Arizona, I had some friends who lived across the street and their house was always filthy. There were huge piles of dirty clothes in every room and they had a bad cockroach infestation. Not the little German cockroaches, either. Huge American cockroaches that could fly.

Their mom invited me over for dinner one evening and we were standing in the kitchen while she was making spaghetti. I watched as she dumped the pasta into the pot of boiling water and saw a huge, dead roach fall into the water. She plucked it out with her bare hand, threw it on the floor and continued cooking. I made some excuse about having to go home and never ate there again.

I had a new friend, he and his family had just moved to our tiny town in Northern Ontario, and they hung a portrait of his mom topless in their living room. It was tasteful looking back, like a Marilyn Monroe, but come on, it was weird! I never tried to stare but again, come on!

Everyone called their parents by first names. Not even mad just instantly knew we grew up very different.

Had a friend who’s mom always had a cigarette in her mouth it seems and was always in a bath robe. The Dad would do the grocery shopping, I don’t think she ever left the home. Only time I ever saw her dressed in something other than a robe was when they went to a family funeral one day. Also she always had soap operas on and if we were talking while she was watching we’d get yelled at to shut up.